Wider ways are alleys - there are side alleys and back alleys.

When my family were on holiday in Whitby over 50 years ago there was a storm and the harbour was full of fishing boats and other vessels which had taken shelter there. At the age of seven I went off alone to the harbour to see them all lined up wall to wall.

I think that they were probably mostly dutch, and the town was full of burley men in ganseys (woolly jumpers). They spoke to the locals in their own speach, and the locals spoke English, and both sides were able to understand the other well enough - at least to be able to buy foodstuff and find an engineer for a broken engine.

I suppose that over the years a few words were picked up, not enough to speak the other language, but to be able to get the sense of what was said to them.

When I went to the sweet shop and found it crowded with fishermen I was rather shy, but when one said to come in, I understood - 'comb innen misie' no trouble.